Moonlight and Madness  

HardlyYours4Now 53M
951 posts
10/18/2005 2:18 pm

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Moonlight and Madness

The moon was full and the sky was clear when I left home at 6: 00 this morning. Light and shadows, and morning mist...

October of 1986, the week of my birthday, and she meets me on a dead-end street at the back end of a new real estate development. The moon is brighter than I think I’ve ever seen, almost offensively so given the clandestine nature of our meeting. There’s also a bit of a chill in the air, more than one would expect at this time of the year in Memphis. I can see my breath mix with hers as we prepare for a soulful greeting kiss.

Does he ever patrol this area, I ask.

Rarely, she says, and usually only when there’s been a report of vandalism.

We get into her car and pull into an unfinished garage. It isn’t much of a refuge from the light, but it isn’t visible from the street. We talk for a while, then begin our dance…

We were together for a couple of years. She talked about leaving him, but I knew she wouldn’t. I talked of running away with her, but she knew better. But we had the fantasy. Even once we were apart, we kept in touch. ‘Girlfriends’ had always just faded away into lost memory, but she was a lover; I still miss her. She heard that I was moving, so she came by to see me. I was just getting off work, so we went to my apartment to talk.

As things sometimes happen, the talk turned to touch, and we were soon in bed ‒ dancing as if we’d never parted. She warned me to be careful, though. He wanted to have another child, and she was being treated to increase the odds.

She kissed me when all was done, and I saw her out to her car. It was another cloudless, full-moon night, and that was the last time we met.

I moved the next week to Cincinnati.

Two months later I heard that she had been hospitalized. The details came out later ‒ she was pregnant, but still in the first trimester, and had suffered some trauma to the stomach. She kept the husband, who caused the trauma, but she lost the baby. Turns out he hadn’t been able to finish the job when they tried to make love, so it was far too obvious the child was not his.

Light from a full moon is a tricky thing. Colors are muted to shades of gray, and shadows seem deeper than they would in daylight.

caressmewell 54F

10/18/2005 2:32 pm

Hardly, that is so sad.

Straycatsetsuko 62F

10/18/2005 6:24 pm

I'm sorry, man. I'm real sorry.

rm_DaphneR 59F
8023 posts
10/18/2005 6:44 pm


Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.

rm_jayR63 60F
1884 posts
10/18/2005 7:30 pm

The only smart thing anyone in this story did was move to cincinatti and I'm not so sure about Cincinatti but at least there was a move twisty road but you get the point eventually.

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